Saint Poemandres Boarding School

[DuplicateValue]

Dillon looked into the room as Carolina opened the door. "Voice commands, huh?"
It was obviously a fake excuse, but it wasn't his place to pry. Besides, he knew she was lying. He was still a faerie, after all, and he could feel more than one aura in the vicinity. "I wish she didn't feel the need to lie. Does she really think I mind? Well, I guess it's best to leave her be..."
Not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on here, he summoned a small smile and tried to think of an excuse. "Ehm, how about we take a rain-check on that movie? I, uh..........I need to get in a small bit of sleep before classes start, you know? Don't want to be falling asleep in class on the first day..."
With that, he turned and headed back to his room, shutting the door behind him and throwing himself down onto his bed. "This is gonna be a long year..."

 

[DownpourLiar]

As soon as Carolina heard Dillon's excuse to postpone the movie, she knew he saw through her lie. 'Perfect, just perfect. Now he's definitely going to think I'm easy and sleep around. If I'm lucky he'll tell the whole school and everyone will know,' she thought bitterly as she shut her door. She sat down on the edge of her bed and ran a hand through her hair before resting her head in her hands. "You can come out now Sam," she said through her hands with a sigh, her mood deflated. Maybe I can explain things to Dillon in the morning before he gets to class and tells everyone, but I doubt he'll believe me now that I've so blatantly lied. Great, I haven't even met half the school and they'll have the wrong idea about me.'

 

[Quad08]

The sun begins to slowly raise in the distance. It is now 6:00 am

 

[j1-2themax]

Sven could feel himself turn human again. He knew the sun was now rising and assumed it probably wasn't still 5 o'clock. He crept into his room, unsure if Rochelle was up or not. He unpacked a few of his school supplies and put them into his backpack. He checked his class schedule and saw his first class was at eight, not ten as he'd originally though.

Werewolf psychology? I barely understand my own psychology, how do you expect me to understand somebody else's? Oh well, might as well make my way to this Dr. Richards's classroom. Wait, it's in the medical area, what the hell?

Sven figured the school probably knew what was going on, so he'd ask Dr. Richards about it when he got there. He sat in his bed, unpacked his MP3 player, and listened to the voice of David Grohl for the next hour.

 

[CounterAttack]

As Sven moved across the room, Rochelle stirred slightly in her sleep. Eyes closed, she rolled over onto her side and mumbled audibly, "What? No... don't be ridiculous... not him; Sven..." She drifted back to sleep.

 

[Agent Larkin]

Alexander yawned and stretched as he got out of bed. He stood up and made his way to the curtains and pulled them open. He recoiled in horror and jumped back from the window because of the sun. "Son of a *****. I have got to stop doing that." With that he checked his timetable "Construct Tech, English, Math, Alchemy, Lunch, Science (Mad), History and Human Sociology. Well it is going to be interesting."

He made his way over to his closet and took out his brown suit Jacket over his white shirt and his black trousers. They were a little bit big but thats the way Alexander liked them. He picked up Charles and placed him into the inner suit jacket pocket he usually was stored in. He left the room and locked it and produced his copy of "Universalis Manufacturus Da-Vincis." He started walking and reading at the same time.

 

[j1-2themax]

Sven had just taken out his earphones when he heard Rochelle calling out his name. He went to see if she was all right, but saw she was still asleep. Now, is that a good thing or a bad thing that she's dreaming about me? Sven realized he had lost track of the time, grabbed his schedule, slung his backpack over his other shoulder, and headed out the door, still being careful not to wake Rochelle. Let's just pray I'm not late.

 

[revolverwolf]

Threewords can't post, yada yada you all know the drill. His post is up to the line. Afterwards that is my post.

"When was the last time we just... sat? Watching the stars? It feels like lifetimes ago..."

For a moment he panicked, unsure of what to say, but he felt her touch, and knew what he was dealing with. This wasn't a mortal vulnerable to his powers, this was an equally dangerous predator, who might well get the better of him yet.

With that realization, he released all restrictions. He surrender to his instincts, and allowed his aura to swamp her, their subconsciouses mingling, and feeding details back to him. The only problem was, the more he gave the power it's head, the more influence it had over his actions. It would be a careful balance of power and wisdom

Taking a seat next to her, he slipped an arm round her, whispering almost without realizing, "Lifetimes indeed. Why did you have to end what we had?"[hr]

"We never did end it." She knew what he was asking, but she was avoiding the real answers, pretending that if she ignored the truth that the illusion might become her reality. "We never stopped loving one another. Or maybe you did. I would never blame you for it. What I did was awful."

She looked into his eyes, the emerald pools that she usually became so entranced in. But... a new strangeness was there. A distinct lack of 'Archi-ness'. The quiet confidence bestowed to an angel was not there. She ignored this sign as well, though a doubt was now present in the mess of emotions she was feeling...

She grasped both of his hands and leveled her eyes with his, staring directly into his eyes and letting his eyes look straight into hers. "Did you stop loving me?"

Spoiler: OOC

This wasn't a mortal vulnerable to his powers, this was an equally dangerous predator, who might well get the better of him yet.

This is Lillith's greatest fear confirmed. For people to see her solely as a Lamia, a snake-like creature that can only kill, rather than a person...

The more apparent it is that people think this way, the more of a beastly succubus she becomes. So far it's four that are slightly weary of her, and her nervousness is almost gone. A few more, and some raised suspicions, more emotions might disappear until she gets left with only a killing instinct...

 

[Alotak]

Sam pulled himself up, then through the window. He notcied the disgruntled face Carolina had,
"Hey, you want me to go and talk to him?" he asked looking at his watch, fully aware of the time.

 

[revolverwolf]

"How could I?" He asked, but felt a shift in her mind, as if she was beginning to overcome the illusion.

It would not do to be discovered, he thought, Best this was cut short...

He leaned forward to her lips, gently moving her hands from his face, then pulled her into an embrace.

He focussed, and hit her mind with a blankening pulse. Her sight would fade, and it would seem to her like she was inexorably falling asleep.

"I must go now" he whispered, "But I'll be back, my dear. Remember, I will never stop loving you."

He disentangled from her limp arms, and made his escape away towards the castle.[hr]

As Archi disappeared into the darkness Lillith stood groggily and started back towards the dorm rooms. Her mind was still muddled from his appearance at the school, wondering how he could possibly have managed it, but she had spent a long time down there with him and needed rest to think about everything properly...

As she pushed open the door and went inside, the colours in the world began to fade away, swimming outwards into the periphery of her vision and then leaching away. As greyness dominated her vision, everything began to darken. And as she ascended the stairs, she collapsed. She fell to the ground and slept just at the top of the third floor's set of stairs.

Spoiler: OOC

And now I'm caught up to everyone. I think we can assume ThreeWord's characters went to bed as well.

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

Rhoda finished the sketch and stashed it, along with the others.
"I worked my ass off for 2 years straight to save up the money. I'd seen this awesome band live and the guitarist used this exact model. Imagine my surprise when I find that the local pawn-shop carries one just like it."
Just then, Rhoda noticed the first hints at sunlight peeoking out above the trees out the window.
She'd always been something of an insomniac and her first class (General Thaumatology) wasn't until 10 so she didn't really care.
She grabbed the guitar again and stroked it lovingly.
Flipping out her pick, she asked Sander, "How long have you been playing?".
As soon as the words left her mouth, she began playing Unintended.
It had a fast and complicated opening, but settled down to a calm and relaxing melody afterwards.

 

[CounterAttack]

A few minutes after Sven left, Rochelle woke up. She slowly forced her eyes open and yawned. Her eyes flew open as she realized her horrific nightmares had not visited. Her eyes shone with happiness, and she sang a snatch of U2's Sweetest Thing as she got up, changed into her regular clothes (a red shirt, black pants and a lightweight black jacket) and found her timetable.

"Okay, let's see here... Athletics at nine, then Drama & Performance, Basics in Magic, a two-hour break, then Advanced English. Shouldn't be anything I can't handle."

She smiled briefly, then started singing again as she went into the bathroom for a quick shower.

 

[j1-2themax]

Sven took one last look at the schedule. Werewolf Psych at eight, break at 9, Gym at 10, Precalc at 11, lunch, then English and History. Could always be worse, I suppose, he thought before heading off to his first class. Just hope Mr. Erikson isn't a drill sargeant.

Sven finally made his way to the room he was given for his first class. However, he stopped short when he saw what looked like a TV shrink's office. An elderly gentleman with a Colonel Sanders mustache and a red sweater vest was sitting in an office chair next to the bed. Sven started to turn around, sure he was in the wrong place, when the man called out, "I take it
you're Mr. Torgerson, then?"

Sven stuttered, "Um, yeah, but I've got a class I need to get to, and..."

The man interrupted him. "You're in the right place. I'm Dr. Richards, and this is your 'class.'"

 

[DownpourLiar]

"Its fine, I'm sure you have class to be getting soon to anyways," Carolina said not missing the glance at his watch. She wanted to add not that it would help, but held her tongue. Standing up, she threw the thoughts outside of her head. Breathe, I'm sure everything will work out. Maybe. She threw her a bag together of everything and grabbed her timetable from the envelope she started with. H Calc. first, then Athletics, followed by advanced English before lunch. Well, that's not too bad except for the math. Hmm, after lunch is film and photography to History of the Ministry and last Introduction to Magic. She stood up and threw together a bag for her classes as she stifled an oncoming yawn. She had been up half the night, Hopefully I don't end up sleeping through all my classes. Coffee, that's what I need. she thought. "I'm going to stick a pot on if you'd like to stay," she offered Sam, hoping that she could hold on to at least one new friend.

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle stepped out of the shower, dried herself off and put her clothes back on, then spent about five minutes brushing her hair straight, singing as she did so. She checked her watch;

8:05.

"Right. I've got a while before Athletics," she thought aloud. "I suppose I could find someone to talk to to pass the time." She packed up a small bag with a pad of paper and some pens, unsure of what she would need on her first day of classes, and slung it over her shoulder. "Key... where's my key gone?" She patted down her pants pockets and found nothing, then checked her bedside table. "Ah, there you are." She grabbed her key and headed out into the corridor, locking the door behind her.

Spoiler: OOC

Feel free to run into Rochelle if you so wish.

 

[j1-2themax]

"So, wait, I'm seeing a shrink now? I'm not crazy." Sven was almost offended that somebody would think he needed psychotherapy. For becoming a new species entirely, he thought he was the picture of perfect mental health.

"Now, maybe. But we have to think about your future. See, over the years, I've found that most of the werewolves at Saint Poemandres, especially the ones who weren't born as such, slowly start to lose their ability to reason and feel, in essence becoming pure beasts. Trust me, I know this firsthand." As he talked, Sven noticed Doctor Richards very slowly shifting into a white wolfman himself. "However, I have also found regular sessions with a psychologist often help immensely in preventing this loss of humanity. Thus, I've managed to convince the higher-ups to let me have mandatory sessions with all of our werewolves to ensure certain... incidents, let's call them... don't happen again."

Well, the man has a point. I have been feeling more... rage-prone since I first went werewolf. If it will prevent a repeat of what happened with Joshua, I'm willing to give it a shot, I guess. Sven lay down on the couch, not knowing what to expect.

 

[Gorrister]

Note to self:Sleeping on a window ledge is a bad idea was the first coherent thought Max had after his eyes started to flutter open. He had spent the whole night sleeping there, and what once was probably a decent sleeping place had now turned into an unforgiving painful surface that brought him discomfort. In a daze, he slowly got up and clambered back in through his window, his lute held loosely in his hand. His head hammered with pain, each step he took caused a shooting sensation throughout his body. He ached everywhere, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Still, he had work to do.

Taking the flowerpots in his hand, he made his way out the room and delicately walked down the hallway. His stomach felt swollen and ready to burst, despite the fact he hadn't eaten in...

days? he thought to himself. Yes that was it. The last time he had something to eat was just before he had left for school. Half a sandwich was it? Yeah, yeah that was it.

H ewalked down the stairs and opened the door. The sunlight hit him full on and he shielded his eyes with his free hand. Appraoching the little patch of well kept flowers, he immedately began scooping up soil with the pots. Once all were packed fully, he made his way back to his room.

Shrewgrass withdrawl was a killer.

 

[Fraught]

"Me? Eh, about 4 months at max. What can I say, I'm green, alright."
Sander opened one of the drawers on his desk, finding a little white piece of paper right in the middle of drawer, face down. As he grabbed for it, he wasn't able to get it out. The paper was stuck onto the wooden inside of the drawer, sitting there, almost laughing at him.
I wonder what it could be? he thought hard.

Taking a quick look around the room, he suddenly stumbled on a lone thought that probably was the right one - his lessons' schedule.
He tried to pick it up again, this time the paper coming off easily.
Heh, weird.
He threw a glance at it, looking what lessons were going to take place today. The first class being oneirology. It was one of the classes Sander seemed to genuinely enjoy.

"Hey, Rhoda? Do you have a clock somewhere near you?" Sander asked, cursing himself in his mind that he hadn't gotten himself a watch.

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

Rhoda nudged her head to the recently-installed alarm-clock on her nightstand, never pausing the song.

 

[Quad08]

"Welcome all to advanced Math. I am your teacher, Mister West"

The man at the front of the classroom bowed, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses back into place

"Today we will have a test to ensure you are all worthy of the Advanced class, so take out a pencil..."

Nathan slouched slightly in his chair looking up at the clock in desperation

8:10am

Shaking his head, he looked down at the crazy equations on the test before him.

He'd been risen from the dead, how hard could math really be?